All the Finite

All the finite agitates, and keeps agitating
Knowing their lives are short, they never
Stop moving, as if to the infinite, acting and
Reacting, as if to reach worldly immortality

Like Aristotle working on a new subject
Confucius hunting for a seat before a duke
Da Vinci and Su Dongpo busy writing and drawing
Every contemporary interneting when salmons

Are trying to swim back from far east seas, or
Crops growing hard in every field, even the earth
Itself keeps rotating around the sun. Yes
All that is living is agitating, never taking a break

As if struggling against one another for the first
Entry into the indefinite of time (or space)
To be measured in finite terms, except
The human mind alone, expanding indefinitely